The Monitor. [volume] (Woodstown, N.J.) 1884-1892, 1887-07-01

cool Indifference by the more jealous COM
municants.
Mary and Henry did the milking for their
respective families. as a part of the routine
Of daily labor. Now, it so happened
that the Walkers and Wellses used the
pastures back of their houses as tenants in
common and the cows were brought to the
same corral. Henry was gallant without
being polished. lie let down the bars,
drove in the sleek, lazy COWS and by virtue
of superior strength in his large, ealloused
fingers often finished his work before
Mary had fairly commenced hers; and then
he would move his stool by the side others
and do her work while she talked to him.
Mary had never known even 4 kindness
to Tighten her labor in all the past years.
Resting her hand op his knee one evening
she inaocently said:
"Your voice is sweeter to me than the
call Of the Whip-poor-will, and ii makes
my heart flntter when you touch my hand
and want to sing like the lark sings when
the morning sun first shines upon his
breast Of gold
Henry paused from his work and start
ed, as if to interpret the natural language
of love, and then quickly drew the sur
priscd girl to his breast and planted a kiss
square On the half open lips before she re-
allied the situation. Mary shrank back
into the gathering darkness to hide the
bushes ofmaidenly modesty. She flew to
the house that evening on the wings of that
tumult of joy-irst loye-that fires the
female breast but once in 4 life time. Then
earne the regulation doubts and midnight
mnrmurs: Does he love me? does he love
me? Henry went home, tossed on the
tortuoas sea of love, and frettcd sorcly to
know If Mary was won.
On the morning after the discovery of
the plot to coeree my Young friend into an
unlawful marriage, | walked out near the
corral before the sun was up Mary soon
came slowly down the path. Her face
was clouded and her eyes were sw INNING.
She brushed against mc to start with an
exclamation of surprise. | asked her
again what the result would be if she
positively refused to marry the old bishop.
at would be worse than death for me. |
would be n hereto. | would be excom-
municated. | wonld be driven from my
fathers house, and { would be cast ont
from among Gods chosen people. Yen
know not what it is for me to depart from
my faith. But can | part with Henry {?
Yes, it must be so. Oh, Henry, dear
Henry!'
The youtlfullover was near. He heard
his nam pronounced in agonizing ac-
cents.
"AIary, what is the trouble now ?" he
said, with pain expressed in every feature.
''That revelation; God has appeared to
Bishop Dane again, and I am TO go to
the Endowment tomorrow"
ITO be sealed tomorrow ?" said Henry,
fairly shouting. 'sYou shall not GO
"Do nothing desperate, Henry" was
the calm reply. 'sIt is the viii of God,
you know
II ~ q PScI1RNs
officers. It's contrary to law"
ono" said the religious girl, lyon must
not become a traitor and betray the saints
into the hands OF the enemy
Iasked if they would be in danger if le-
gally married-if the saints would perse-
cute them.
THAT would end all open hostilities,'
said Henry, "but no magistrate in Utah
would solemnize the union without the adj
vice and consent of the bishops"
'Meet me here just after snndown this
evening if you wish to be legally made
husband and wife. Bring one friond whom
you can trust. will attend to all other
preliminaries."
This | said and left them to decide.
Two lovers might have been seen milk
ing one cow and at the same time earnest
ly discussing plans for the future. An
hour later Mary softly entered my room
and whispered something which | read in
mingling smiles and tears without hearing
a word. They depended upon my plan of
rescue.
took down the Bible my mother gave
me. In it was my certificate of marriage.
With my certificate as a guide to form
made out a contract to be signed by both
bride and groom in which each promised
to love, honor and obey the other till part
ed by death.
Mary received no notice of the near APP
proach of her wedding to the bishop. Nor
mon women are led to the altar as horses
are led to the market-no festivities, no
decorations or ,onors. All day Saturday
she toiled in the onion and carrot beds.
The cool breath from the snow capped
Rockies found Mary's flushed face that
June evening as she FASTENED along the
trail with the milk pail on her arm to meet
the bridegroom at the corral. Her feet
were bare and her brown ankles were far
below her frayed and fimsy skirt. A faint
perfume came from the clover field; the
latest robin had ceased to sing and lowered
near his mate on the nest, and all nature
was at rest at the close Of the lovely day.
The western sky was still streaked with
pink, but the darkness grew darker as the
flowers grew sweeter with the honey ofthe
dew.
Henry was waiting with Il friend who